TERRACE Draft - Remaining Days

[lucetimods]

Who: All Draftees
What: All hell breaks loose
When: From the 27th to the 1st.
Where: TERRACE!
Summary: Information post here
Rating: Varies on thread, please mark explicit material.

This post covers the second to sixth day! Be sure to check the info post on the timeline to know what's up. At 2AM on the 27th, the attack will break out while most people are sleeping. Be sure to use the above info post for any plotting needs you might have. Enjoy!

Some random NPC quotes about the island itself.

Be sure to tag this post appropriately: [canon] character name

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[endgames]

[He gives a short salute, then reaches into his pocket for a radio. He tosses it to her and heads back to the edge of the building.]

Use that to keep in touch. If it goes dead, there's another Shifter close by.

[thisismylife]

[She catches it with relative ease, then blinks down at the radio, her lips twitching into a grimace at the warning.] Great. That would be just my luck, wouldn't it?

[She sets it down beside her, then pushes herself up so she can get a clear sight over the wall, her eyes on the retreating droids. She only hoped they provided her with a decent shot.]

[endgames]

[Heh. He jumps down off the building, hitting the ground silently. A low whistle summons the shift hunter from out of the building. The two of them stick to the shadows, moving around for a different angle to provide distraction and a cover from.

He doesn't do anything right away, though. Not until he sees where the droids go. That one, huh?

Well he was mistaken before. Looks like it was a woman, even if he can't see her eyes glowing from here. Her wings are very large though, and she's in the Third Party armor. He talks into his radio.]

See her?

[thisismylife]

[His voice crackles softly over the radio and she presses the button to reply, her eyes not leaving her target.]

See her. Be ready to move just in case I miss.

[Artemis goes carefully still as she takes aim, centering herself until everything narrowed down to her and her target. She can't see all of her, but she doesn't need to, not with this arrow, which will explode on impact and send out a burst of shrapnel to anyone unfortunate enough to be in the blast radius. She only had to land the arrow close enough...

She pauses to take a breath, waits a heartbeat. Two. Then releases the arrow, holding her breath, her eyes locked on her target.

The shot flies true and uninterrupted, sending up a cloud of smoke of dust and debris when it impacts and blocking everything from sight. She's tense, until she hears a shout come up from behind her. She whips her head around to see the draftees making a push, the droids they'd been fighting having dropped to the ground in motionless piles of metal, leaving only the remaining cultists to deal with.

She almost - almost - gives in to the urge to do a little victory dance right there.]

[endgames]

Good shot!

[The cultists are still mobile, meanwhile. The ones that aren't immediately jumped on take higher into the air.

They won't spot Artemis without much looking, so Shikamaru does as promised and draws their attention away, throwing a barrage of exploding kunai at them.]

[thisismylife]

Thanks! [She calls back to him in relief through the radio, but there's not a lot of breathing room, because there are cultists taking to the air, which makes them harder to fight for the ground troops but easier for her to help pick off. She drops the radio again and starts firing, aiming at least for the wings, depriving their attackers of flight and sending them back towards the draftees on the ground. She has to shoot sparingly now, because she'll go through her supply of arrows far too quickly otherwise, and they're still a long way from their garrison.]

[endgames]

[Without a Shifter to worry about, he doesn't have to fear someone turning the off switch on his ninjutsu. His shadow moves again, this time up in the air. Some are pointed, sharp as needles, and others to curl to grab.

Whether or not he's successful in his strikes (and he is with a few, stabbing through wings or grabbing one cultist to throw into another), they're designed to chase the enemy right into an opening with her arrows too.]

[thisismylife]

[She notices - its impossible not to - and she pauses between a reload to stare at the sight, following the shadows to him and trying to figure out how he's doing that. She reaches for the radio again.]

Holy crap. You've got a bunch of handy tricks up your sleeve.

[endgames]

I'm not the one fighting with a bow and arrow. You gotta use the tools you have, right?

[thisismylife]

Yeah, that's just not a tool I've ever seen anyone use before. [He's still tossing about cultists in the air and she sends out another volley of arrows, aiming for bodies, wings, whatever presents her with a clear shot. Their numbers are dwindling now, between the two of them and the draftees working on their numbers and without the droids as backup.

When it looks like the fighting's about over, she leaves her cover, hopping down to the ground to join him once more.]

[endgames]

[By this time, his shadow's receded to lie flat below his feet again. He's stronger, thanks to Naruto, but he still only has a five minute window with anything like that.]

Looks like we can call this one a victory.

[As he says that, a soldier from Vaskoth finishes off the final cultist still in the ring. It's followed by the dull roar of far-off cheers.]

[thisismylife]

It's about time. Those have been questionable lately.

[She gives a tired sigh, brushing a loose lock of hair out of her face and eying her worrisomely light quiver. Heading back to the garrison was no longer optional, not if she wanted to have enough ammo for the next skirmish she stumbled into.

Still, she cast him a curious glance, then held out her hand to him.] Thanks again for the save, by the way. I'm Artemis.

[endgames]

[He was watching the scene before them with hands in his pockets, but catches the motion out of the corner of his eye. He turns his head and removes one hand to offer it back for the shake.]

Shikamaru.

[thisismylife]

[She inclines her head, committing that name to memory as her gaze flicks back to where the other draftees are celebrating. She makes a face, because they're noisy, and there's still something wrong to her about celebrating over dead bodies. Even if they were cultists. And she certainly had zero sympathy for cultists after these past few days.

She turns away from the sight, huffing out a quiet sigh.] I should head back towards the garrison. I was on my way there before all this. [She emphasizes the explanation with an absent wave of her hand.] Have you been that way recently? Any idea how the fighting's going elsewhere?

[endgames]

Soldiers from T5 and T8 have been freed. The guy who loaned me this basker [he points at the shift hunter with his thumb] said they're on the brink of being reclaimed.

[Best to start with the good news. With T6 and T7 mostly secure besides those, they're catching up.]